ONE

The radiator hisses over top of us and sirens were heard along with helicopters. I bit my lower lip as Stiles arm being put in a strap.

"What in the hell were you three thinking?" I hear Mr. Stilinski ask, and in sync, we turn around and saw Mr. Stilinski standing there, with his crossed arms, not looking impressed. I gave him a small smile, cringing slightly.

"We were just trying to help," Scott defended with a chuckle at the end; the help didn't go very well.

"Why don't you just try to help me understand... what the hell happened here?" Mr. Stilinski hissed, stepping forward to us.

"Right, well, we were trying to gently persuade him to pull over..." Stiles tried to explain. Yeah, if you call Scott jumping on top of the van that the guy stole stuff and being all wolfed and everything, then that's definitely gentle persuading.

"Yeah..." Scott trailed of.

"He was getting away?" I cringe and faked a smile.

"He got away," Mr. Stilinski nodded.

"Right. Because obviously, he's some sort of criminal mastermind, dad," Stiles tells his theory. Mr. Stilinski walked around us and we followed.

"Uh-uh. You want to guess what the stole merchandise is?" Mr. Stilinski asks. He walked to the back of the van, and we followed. "Hmm?" He opened the door, and there were gasses of some type.

"Cricial life-saving medical equipment?" Stiles stabbed.

"No,"

"Poison gas?" Stiles tried again.

"Nope," Mr. Stilinski shakes his head.

"Filled with drugs?" Stiles guessed.

Mr. Stilinski leans forward. "Helium." What?

"Helium?" I repeat. We saved helium?

✢

"This could be a good thing," Scott told us as he drives away from the crime scene. For once, Scott's driving, well, because Stiles' hand was hurt.

"That we saved helium?" Stiles asked and I scoffed.

Scott chuckled. "I mean, that... they don't need us anymore."

"Okay, well, they need us. They just don't know it." Stiles said and I sighed.

"I think we should retire." I nod. "Hey, Stiles," I lean forward and he looks back. "We could go to Hawaii." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Come on, we could go on a romantic holiday, we've already been to Mexico."

"There was nothing romantic about Mexico," I chuckled. That was true.

"We're all going off to college soon." Scott pointed out. "So Beacon Hills is gonna have to survive without us."

"Our time has come," I announced dramatically, placing a hand on my forehead, as if I was about to faint or something, leaning back in my seat. Scott laughs at me.

"Beacon Hills will burn to the ground without us." Stiles heaving a sigh.

"Stiles..." I placed a hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. "They don't need us." I put my head on his shoulder and he kissed my head.

I pull back when Stiles' phone vibrated. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held up his phone. "They need us!"

✢

We enter the police station. So, apparently, there's this kid who's lost his parents and he can't remember anything. I spot Mr. Stilinski in his office, bent down, with a kid who sat on the chair, looking scared.

We enter the office, Mr. Stilinski had shut all blinds and doors. Stiles and I stand next to each other, our hand's were laced. Mr. Stilinski had walked over to us, and Scott was bent down in front of the kid.

"You ready?" Scott asks the kid, the kid nods his head. Scott had drawn his hands to the back of the kid's neck, and his claws came out. He then puts the claws in the kid's neck, and the kid jolted, looking up at the roof and his eyes rolled into the back of his head and closed his eyes.

Now, we wait. After a few minutes, Scott had pulled back, gasping and the kid dropped his head. "What'd you see?" I ask my brother, as he had walked back to us.

"I saw a guy, on a horse," Scott explained.

"Horse?"

"He had a gun," Scott added.

"Okay, a guy with a gun. That sounds like my department, not yours." Mr. Stilinski informed us.

"What about his parents? What happened to them?" Stiles asks, looking at Scott.

"I don't know. That's all I remember. But..." Scott trailed off. "I got this feeling."

"What kind of feelings?" Mr. Stilinski pressed further.

"They're coming back." The kid spoke who was on the chair. He looked up at us. "They're coming for me." A chill went down my spine.

✢

I touch the piece of windshield glass, it was late at night. We were in the car junkyard, the car that the kid, Alex's parents were in. I then went around and opened the door, and I climbed inside. I closed the door.

I let my hands on the wheels. I then look up and meet my eyes in the review mirror. "Hmm." I studied my face. That's when my boyfriend had come out from the seat.

"What?" Stiles quickly asks.

"This is a perfect shade for me," I informed him. "I forgot the name." I then looked at my well done nailed.

"Can we please stay on topic here?" Stiles asks and I turn my head to him. I connect our lips together and closed my eyes. He moans softly, before pulling back. "Stacey, seriously,"

"I'm sorry, but I'm not getting anything. Lydia's already tried, she's not getting anything either." I shrug. That's when I hear a coyote howl, I knew it was Malia. I then jump out of the car, and Lydia had walked over to Malia with her clothes. She puts on her clothes. "I don't think they're dead."

"They're dead." Malia made eye contact with me.

"I don't think they're dead either," Lydia backed me up, stepping beside me.

"Probably torn apart." Malia assumed. "The only thing I don't get is why there's no blood."

"They're not dead, if they were dead, we'd sense it." I said, pointing to Lydia and I.

"If they were alive, I'd smell it." Malia argued calmly back.

"Yeah, I'm not getting anything either," Scott said. I stand opposite to Stiles.

"Scott, what are you talkin' about?" Stiles asked. "You were in his head for four minutes. I timed it."

"Well, it's not exact science," Scott said. "And he's a kid. Maybe he's too freaked out to remember."

"Why does it matter if they're dead?" Malia asks. "Dead is dead."

"Okay, if it's just a robbery, we can't help them. And if it's something supernatural, my dad can't help them." Stiles explained.

"It sounds like you want it to be supernatural," I told Stiles, looking up at him.

"It's been, like, three months since anything's happened." Stiles pointed out. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. And that's a bad thing?

"Yeah, and once a week you drag me out of bed like I'm some sort of supernatural metal detector," I remind him.

"Okay, it is way more often than that," Stiles said. I rolled my eyes. "You can't tell me that you think this is just some series of impossible coincidence?"

"What I'm saying is that wouldn't be so bad." I aruge. I then walk off, Lydia and Malia followed. I opened the door to Lydia's car, and sat in the back. Malia and Lydia sat in the front.

"You okay?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah, just drive,"

A/N

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